Alicia Lemke

I wrote you a message in a bottle. But it's gone right in a way to nowhere. I miss you as much as anyone can miss what's done Done on the days when you go ever after. And though it seems You're with me in my dreams I know you're not coming back to me

The mess that they found here Ain't easy to clean And the smoke from his cigarette Still sets the scene The fan spins the ceiling But it won't clear the air And the sun pounds the window But it's still dark in here When you're the smoking gun Choose